I am a curer,
Of life.
I cure people
Of contention and strife.
I lie in wait
For the symptoms to appear.
The depravity, the declivity
The apathy to all one held dear.
When the flames flicker
And the light dies
The darkness blackens
And I rise.
I take the sufferers
Into my arms,
Alleviate the pain
With my charms.
Obscured by light,
Blinded by brilliance,
Shrouded in shadow,
Watching through a black lens,
I am the panacea
The ultimate repose
I am the Black Angel
The decimator of all woes
I am Death
The curer of life.
About the Author
Aashisha Chakraborty
Joined: 09 Feb, 2015 | Location: ,
I'm a daydreamer, a gazer of space, and a believer of wonderlands and neverlands, still trying to figure out how to deal with life while the chatty chit inside me ensures I have a hard enough time what with listening to her and the voices outside...
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